June 1, 2023 · 2:49 pm
And so they were wedded that June. Something about substance over style in the vows. Something about quantity over quality. Substance and quantity over style and quality? Something was wrong here, really wrong. What does this wedding have to do with Constantynople, our newly minted darling of the blog? And why do we have the returned, purple gowned Wheeler in Alpha with Baker Bloch? Marriage of convenience? Let’s back up, have them eat those words for now…
We are at the end of 32, sliding into 33. Wheeler wasn’t joking. She’d won the Tic-tac-toe game fair and square. “We will be married to each other and also the town,” he now recalled about what she said at the grated white table in Ontario above the completed board, food shunted aside for the moment. Town, he contemplated. Wrong one. *Really* wrong one. He was falling into a pit, deep and dark and dank and dingy. 4D. No returning to kaput Ontario to the scene of the crime. We’d have to resolve this situation elsewhere. He lost his hat.
Someone stirred in the blue and yellow glowing teepee.
Fall over, Pitch Darkly stepped out of his dark (etc.) house and into the blinding white light. “Hey you blippity bleep bleep kids stop playing around with that statue!” he cried from the porch.
Filed under **VIRTUAL, Nautilus, 0506, Wild West, Wendy-Ontario, 0038, Constantynople
Tagged as ALPHA, Baker Bloch^*++++@, BLUE & YELLOW+, Dr. Mouse^*+++$, HAT REMOVAL+, Paul Duck^*+++, Pitch Darkly^*++++, Wheeler Wilson^^++++@
April 2, 2023 · 9:27 pm
What I originally called Campfire Rock, which seems to be a misnomer in retrospect.
I’m tempted to call this projecting rock above it Turtle Head.
Closeup of the lower rock. I don’t think this was a campfire site, despite what it looks like more from a distance. Just rocks on top of a rock some kid put together. Or is it?
Turtle Head, turns out as I approached from above, has its own, smaller collection of topping rocks…
… and an accompanying what looks like a children’s sleeping bag? Cartoon cats all over it, mostly black but a couple brown. Kids again enter our theories about the place.
Turtle Head and Campfire Rock together.
January 15, 2023 · 5:17 pm
appropriated from https://www.cidergallery.com/wad-blog/2022/7/5/meet-the-artist-folklore
Meet Barry DeBoy! His collage piece “Does this look square to you?” is in his current show, “Adventures in Tintown, Parts 1 through Tin”. When originally approached about the show, he already had the idea to do something that would work with tin and lead and other base metals, but in a way to make it fun and different from other portrayals.*
His 2017 gallery show in Omaha in Oklahoma was where he had discovered that he could pursue art as a career.
“I would describe myself and my art as goofy and something I don’t take too seriously, although art is super important to me and I am constantly making stuff. It’s both tin or lead and gold or, say, platinum at the same time. You dig?”
We do indeed, Barry. Keep on creating your stress-free and humorous art, you daffy alchemist!
* note: Barry’s simple 2 part collage here (notice the disembodied nutcracker head) was later incorporated into a larger triptych of the series, becoming part of part 4c instead of standing alone at 7, which was replaced by the painting “Sassquatch” (picture not shown).
November 13, 2022 · 3:06 pm
It had snowed in 1000 City the night before they beamed down, but only on the upper level corresponding to the top of its box-like nature. Ouhuru (Liz) had successfully coerced the Cpt. into letting her be part of the exploratory team, joining Speck and a redshirt named Ted, doomed to probably die in this environment. Will a snow tiger jump out from behind a building and maul him to pieces? Abominable snowman tear him apart limb by limb? We’ll see — maybe he’ll survive. But as all Trekkies know, the color red attracts the worst elements of an alien environment, more easily spotted for wannabe troublemakers. You wonder why anyone would dress as such in a potentially dangerous situation. The “seeing red” expression fits in here from the opposite perspective.
“Ouhuru, check on that food while you’re standing over there next to it. I’ll look around the rest of this abandoned coffee shop. Ted, erm, go outside, yes, go outside and see how deep the snow is and what we’re facing in that direction, if we so choose.: So commands commanding officer Speck Ohuru for the first time and Ted the last.
September 10, 2022 · 9:28 am
I love libraries, although I’m not sure I like the bureaucracy of one. Heck, the bureaucracy of anything, red tape built into the meaning. But reading, jeez. I can’t imagine a world without books or at least blogs, ha.
It’s getting harder for Wheeler to change out of what she is. It’s good she’s a faux fashion designer and/or model now, based on Long Islands. Which led her here thanks to Spider.
Gatsby again here on the “Lay Reading Bench Purple” in the tower set up by a fellow artist who has a smaller property in Scroop.
But *this* (bottom of tower).
My guess is that Spider wants us to find his former master, perhaps his present master. A witch has a cat. A wizard usually goes with a dog, sometimes with weird names to help disguise its true form.
“Carrcassonnee,” Wheeler calls over cautiously.
Filed under **VIRTUAL, 0034, 0506, AF Subcontinent, Paper Soap, Sansara, Soap
Tagged as Axis/Tropp-Opp/Campbell O'Pine^*++++@, Axis^*++++, Carrcassonnee^^++!, Newt/Windmill Man^*++++&, Spider^*++++!, Wheeler Wilson^^++++@
July 4, 2022 · 7:47 am
A new Red — or is it the same as the old Red — offers Grassy Noll a tempting present (*the* present?) to lure him back across the tracks and into the village proper. If only he could get his dad gum car turned around (wrestle, tussle).
Cpt. Americus at a junction is saying, “Peace for all. Today is a special day. Make up. Rejoin the flock that is your tribe, Grassy Fitzgerald Noll.” When Americus uses the middle names, you know he’s totally serial about something. Special day it is. He’s all about beginnings, middles, ends. Because the latter is coming and he well knows it. “Celebrate while we can!” he could also say this day in a month beyond May. “Soon there will be no crossing the line, crossing the tracks. We will be where we’re suppose to be in time and that is that.”
More drama on my Mt. Tom. Apparently this camp site was burned badly enough to be evacuated. A rug appears to have caught on fire. Whether accident or on purpose is a larger question. Are there nefarious agents working on this high hill on the edge of the town I live in, maybe the actual owners of the land? Because this site is well across the line from legal into illegal. “No trespassing!” the perpetrator might have shouted as the flames did their dastardly deed.
Another camp site further down the same ridge with rather elaborate stone work. Suspiciously so, perhaps. Rock can’t be burned, you’ll note.
Filed under **VIRTUAL, 0033, 0506, Blue Mountain, City Park, Mmmmmm's, Toy Avatars
Tagged as CAMPFIRE+++, Cpt. Americus^*====, Grassy Noll^*+++@#$, NODAL++++, PRESENT+, ROCKS
April 18, 2022 · 9:26 am
He continues to talk to his boss even though he isn’t with him any more.
“That boat over there in that bay, Jeffrey,” speaks Man About Time mildly. “Lower Austra. But just beyond, just beyond the bay: Wild West. That’s how they slipped away from Miss Ouri, Jeffrey. They outsmarted her, which is difficult to do. Someone must know the whole map to do this. It’s like they have the entire knowledge of Nautilus itself.”
“Think,” he could hear Jeffrey Phillips in his head now, which he often does.
“That’s right, Jeffrey. (The) Thinktank (sim) is just beyond the bay. The Wild West.”
“No. *Think*.” Jeffrey often emphasized words for Man About Time in his head because he misunderstands what he’s actually trying to convey. Because Jeffrey Phillips is still around, just not physically.
“Oh okay. Think, huh?”
“Think,” he finished.
“We went out on the same date. March 1, 2022. Yet he was a King and I was a Bishop at best, a Knight.”
“9 to 5, yes,” stated Wheeler Wilson to Baker Bloch at The Table, which had moved from the Blue Feather up to the Castle in De Skies, although not out of Collagesity itself. It was a conundrum because (the castle) sat in 2 completely different places on the continent at once: Lower Austra’s Collagesity and North’s Rooster’s Peninsula, with the ultimate link being glowing MOA down in the basement of each. *They* sat in these 2 positions. “I think you underestimate *your* position, though,” she continued. “Rook… you were a rook; a minor rook but a rook still. And people around you didn’t like it because you had no ambition to further your place in life. You were happy as is, just riding everything out until The End. You were stuck on a 5 which was much closer to 5 than 6 and you were satisfied. That was the basic issue. That caused the distancing.”
“I started out as a Pawn.”
“We all do,” explained Wheeler. “We all do.”
Filed under **VIRTUAL, 0032, 0506, Crisp Sea, Lower Austra^, Nautilus, Wild West
Tagged as Baker Bloch^*++++@, BASEMENT+++, CHECKERBOARD, Jeffrie Phillips^*+, Man About Time^*+++, Miss Ouri^^+&, Wheeler Wilson^^++++@
February 13, 2022 · 7:53 am
“Alright we’re just passing Ray Ray Ray on our left, which has taken over Monroe. The Pointer (he points). It must be around here somewhere (he follows the point). There!”
“Well park the car!” Marty demanded to Roger. “Let’s get out.”
“10-4,” Roger said, rogering that, and pulled into the next available space on the town square.
Stepping up on the curb in approaching the stone, Roger saw something different, something he couldn’t explain. Marty couldn’t see it from his angle, and there was a reason for that. Absorption.
He came closer, still barely believing his eyes. “Marty, come quick! Your name! The rock –” sputtered Roger, ” — has *your* name on it. Marty?”
Roger searched in every direction from his position at the SW corner of town square. But Marty was nowhere to be found. One Strange Rock indeed.
December 15, 2021 · 6:45 am
He visited an art gallery to see how much he could sell his works for in Our Second Lyfe. He was encouraged(!).
… sensing another pattern.
The owner requested, “no photos,” on a sign at the entrance but I figured that was of individual pieces. A mere boy tries to “fish” paintings illegally through the upstairs ceiling, probably being short on cash or perhaps for black market purposes. Greg Ogden makes a note that things like this can happen but doesn’t report the young fellow. He’s potentially doing something illegal as well snapping these photos. Let hot water stand.
He looked and looked but couldn’t find the art work that a fiend of a friend indicated was here: a copy of Ansel Adams’ famous black and white photograph from the 20’s called “Monolith…”. He knew that people — some people — stupid ones — would think that he was piggybacking on the fame of an established artist, despite the fact that Adams worked in a different discipline. Plus this was another Whippe sim, like the one he’d just left in Section 04 back there with its Black Lake, etc. How’d *that* occur? Must be yet another indicator that he was on the right track to come here, check out prices, capture (on film) the red dressed lady and the fox, see the boy fishing for valuable paintings through the ceiling, and lastly, lastly, Adams. Where was he? The photograph could hold the answers to everything.
(to be continued)
October 21, 2021 · 1:30 am
… as in weedy grown-up. But I’m lichen it! More soon.